Vincent is a reasonable person,
So he didn't beat him to death.
The physical pain was manageable, but what about going to class with huge panda eyes?
I promptly asked for three days off.
During Thursday's Potions Class, Snape stared at Vincent with gritted teeth the entire time.
I was so angry I could grind my teeth, but I couldn't just deduct points arbitrarily.
The Gryffindor Little Lions realized that Vincent was now someone who could do whatever he wanted at school.
James went to the Great Hall to spread rumors as soon as class ended.
After overcoming Snape, only one obstacle remained on the road to dominating Hogwarts.
"That is..."
"That is?"
"Dumbledore!"
Vincent put down his knife and fork with a strange expression.
After three days of commotion, Dumbledore was still all smiles.
He glanced at Snape, who was still staring at him from the staff table, and all his sympathy vanished instantly.
Coincidentally, Dumbledore was not in the Headmaster's Office that night.
She shouldn't be avoiding him, after all, she's been gone for seven days, a whole week.
In the early morning of September 19th,
Vincent, having finished adjusting the Alchemy Mechanical Arms, skipped and hopped into the Headmaster's Office.
"Oh no!" Headmaster Black's vision went black, and he collapsed directly into the chair in the portrait.
Adhering to the principle of not making a wasted trip, he has been quite exhausted recently.
Vincent won the argument, so he either has to hide in a soundproof tent or get his face painted all over.
"Hello, school principals!"
"Good!" Headmaster Dippet clapped.
"We were just making a bet with the old stubborn man. If he loses, he has to stay silent all day."
"Waaah..." Headmaster Black Blake immediately straightened up, gesturing excitedly with his hands.
Headmistress Derwent shook his head helplessly. "Vincent, he said he doesn't believe you'll come every day from now on."
Vincent, with a mysterious smile on his face, sat down opposite Dumbledore was also smiling.
"Professor, what have you been busy with lately?"
Dumbledore waved the Elder Wand and asked for a plate of sweets and a pot of tea, "Two things."
His fingertips traced across the tabletop, writing a black Magical Runes.
Vincent remembered that this belonged to Sirius Black. "Fudge has finally humbled himself and asked you for help?"
"No." Dumbledore picked up a small candy. "Cornelius has decided to narrow the search area and focus the main force on the Scottish Highlands."
After three months, not a single hair has been found. It seems that the Ministry of Magic and Fudge are influenced by international public opinion and intend to stabilize the domestic situation first and make a show of it.
Hogwarts is located in the Scottish Highlands. If Sirius Black's target is indeed Harry, waiting for him to come to him would be a very good option.
It's already good enough that they didn't let their guard down or give up; asking for more is unrealistic.
"And the second thing?" Vincent felt uncomfortable under Dumbledore's gaze.
Based on past experience, this is a sign that a trap is about to be set for him.
"Professor, I've just finished building Alchemy Mechanical Arms with self-repair capabilities, and I need to start a whole bunch of tests immediately..."
Dumbledore, watched him with a smile but said nothing.
"I still have to practice Human Transfiguration, and Professor McGonagall checks my progress every day..."
Vincent suddenly stopped talking.
Something's wrong, very wrong.
Dumbledore's confident demeanor suggests that this is a pit he would willingly jump into.
Vincent tentatively reached out and took a piece of candy. "About Tom?"
"Yes." Dumbledore waved the Elder Wand gently. "I went to Great Hangleton to attend Morfin Gaunt Gaunt's funeral."
His tone was full of regret. "I never imagined that in just over twenty years, that place would have become a ruin."
The Gaunt Family began with Pure-blood Supremacy, but ultimately perished due to extremism.
The sole survivor is now nothing more than a broken soul.
Vincent suppressed the sudden surge of emotion, feeling ashamed.
"Professor, since you're willing to tell me about this, did you find any clues at the Gaunt Ancestral Home? And do you need my help?"
Dumbledore nodded slightly. "Although the Gaunt Ancestral Home looks abandoned for many years, it is protected by several powerful spells."
"Is this a recently installed spell?"
"No, it's been quite a few years."
Who is protecting the Gaunt Ancestral Home? And why is it protected by multiple powerful spells?
There is only one answer.
Vincent put the candy in his mouth with peace of mind.
It's so sweet it's almost cloying; it's Fizzing Whizbees.
Horcrux are items that house fragments of souls; they are evil Dark Magic items that can influence the mind.
Dumbledore's expression turned serious.
"I know Tom's character very well. The fact that he dared to use magic to protect the Gaunt Ancestral Home proves that he has complete confidence."
If this is a trap, it must be specifically designed for me.
Vincent was initially somewhat dismissive, until he recalled what happened last year.
Compared to Voldemort, who later nearly conquered the British Isles, Tom, in his student days, was particularly adept at exploiting human weaknesses.
Using Lockhart, who wanted to prove himself, he attempted to create panic at Hogwarts.
He used words to bewitch Headmaster Black, his aim being to obtain the Sword of Gryffindor.
He was promised immortality in order to ensure his safe escape.
Vincent's expression turned somewhat strange. "Professor, would you like me to accompany you to the Gaunt Ancestral Home?"
"No, no, no." Dumbledore's expression softened, and he smiled as he looked into his eyes.
"It's not that you're going with me, it's that we're going with you."
"Us?" Vincent curled his lip, embarrassed.
"Is it you and Harry?"
Dumbledore a smile.
Vincent did not agree immediately.
"If even you, Professor, can't solve this trap, what ability do I have to solve it?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "No, it was precisely because of you that I did not rashly choose to enter."
A natural master of Occlumency can passively resist influences from the soul and mind, so Voldemort's traps clearly wouldn't only target the physical body.
To deal with such a meticulous and cunning villain, thorough preparation is essential.
Vincent picked up his cup and took a sip of tea. "Professor, even if we find Horcrux in the future, will I still need to determine its danger level?"
"I think so," Dumbledore said with a candid smile. "You are special, Vincent, and not just because of your talent."
If it were any other little boy, he would be praising them to the skies by now, so excited that he would be incoherent.
But Vincent did not.
He was pondering Trelawney's Prophecy, the Prophecy that Voldemort believed so deeply.
With such a great opportunity, how could we not launch the Chosen One Development Plan 4.0?
Then, no need to rush to reply. Let's have some tea and sweets first.
Dumbledore waited patiently.
Time passed slowly, and the successive principals all began to doze off.
"Ah..." Vincent yawned as dawn approached.
"Professor, this is a very important matter. I think I need to get some sleep and recharge before I can seriously consider how to respond to you."
Dumbledore, somewhat awkwardly. "As you say, this is indeed a decision that requires careful consideration."
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